by Marijo Phelps
3/13/2009 / Poetry
"Come to Me"
Enveloped the woman-child
Surrounded, re-echoed within her
Gently, intrinsically.
She was sad
As she recalled,
And while she cried
Yet didn't seek or go.
Surrounded with loss
She hurt from within
"Come to Me"
Echoing and re-echoing deeply.
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About Self
Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news
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